I always thought I had a fat stomach. It bothered me. I wanted a flat stomach. I exercised, tried pulling it in. Didn't work. That fat stomach was always in the way.
Recently I found some pictures of myself and looked at them in amazement. Where was that fat stomach that always bothered me? Where was it? What happened? Or was it never there at all? I don't understand.
What else about myself bothers me? Can I finally accept all of myself? At 80 it's about time. I wished that I knew then what I know now. I could have appreciated myself so much more then. What a difference it would have made in my life. But I'm not going to look back. Instead I love myself - body, mind and spirit :)
We sure do a number on ourselves don't we? What is it you criticize yourself for or want to change?
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